Of Boys and Football

Football is the current game of choice in our house.


Only it's not your typical tackle football.


It's indoor football.


With a pillow pet for a football.


There is no age limit--I know this because the 15month old just waddled past me clutching the "football", and chuckling gleefully.

The two year old mostly just yells "hut, hut" at the top of his lungs, and when the ball is passed to him he flings it skyward in a random sort of way.

There is lots of crashing, and rolling on the floor.

A few cries of "that's not how you're supposed to play."

And a loud boyish boistrousness that surrounds the whole game.

The noise bothers me a little.

The crashing and rolling worries me some.

But I've decided to ignore it.

After all---boys will be boys.